The cold wind of the Netherworld Abyss swept past Su Jinhuan’s blood-stained collar, carrying with it a scent of carnage. She pressed the Mystic Ice Mirror against her chest; its biting chill could not mask the surging battle intent within her.
Chen Feng knelt on one knee, wiping the filth from his Crimson Flame Sword. The blade reflected the flames dancing in his eyes. Nearby, Ye Han leaned against the rock wall, the charred remains of lightning-based spells still clinging to his fingertips.
"The Return to Void Pavilion whirlpool consumes all spiritual energy?" Chen Feng suddenly sneered, snapping his scabbard firmly onto his belt. "It would be more accurate to call that place a gluttonous beast that devours spiritual energy. Even my own soul-fire has to be weighed carefully against it."
Chapter 167